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I knew him as Nick Holden. He left me as Neal Caffrey. He met me as Alice Presley. And left me when I was her, too. The difference between Nick Holden and Neal Caffrey was the one thing that made a horrible foul-tasting dent in our perfectly sugary little love story. I liked Nick better. Nick Holden showered me with surprise sweet kisses when I was feeling down, and oh how those kisses lifted me up off of my feet. Nick walked the earth and back for me, Nick helped me through the awfully hard times with a tattered daisy-patterned blanket, his shoulder to cry on and a cup of delicious creamy soup. Nick didn't leave me. But he did, because Nick wasn't real. Neal was. Neal is real. The only thing I liked about Neal Caffrey better than his fake identity was that he told me the truth. Even if it was the cold bitter truth, he told it to me. Neal Caffrey was a better man in his drunken hours. And I was a better person in my sober minutes. How I wish I could change what happened in those drugged drunken hours...
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